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Adrian Monk (Monk)

Created by Andy Breckmann & David Hoberman

“Do you smell gas?”
— Adrian Monk

Love it or hate it, this was the face of private eye TV in the first decade of the new millennium, a tongue wedged firmly in his cheek, and all the grit of a sitcom.

So forget Spade or Marlowe or even Rockford or Magnum–for a large chunk of TV viewers of a certain era, ADRIAN MONK is the private eye.

In the USA Network’s Monk, which made its debut in 2002, Tony Shalhoub (of TV’s Wings and Stark Raving Mad) starred as the once-brilliant former homicide detective, a true master of forensic observation, who suffers a nervous breakdown in the wake of his wife Trudy’s still-unsolved car bomb murder.

Mr. Monk’s big dream was to get his old job back. But Christ, you know it ain’t easy. Adrian is battling a massive case of obsessive–compulsive disorder (OCD) and multiple phobias –he was afraid of virtually everything: germs, heights, crowds, the dark… even milk (though Sharona, his reluctant full-time nurse/keeper thinks they may have turned the corner on that last one).

So Monk’s in a strange limbo of mental health, not quite well, but too sharp to let go to waste. So the San Francisco Police Department keeps him on a string, calling him in on a freelance basis to consult on particularly difficult cases.

Just another damaged, haunted cop trying to jump on the bandwagon, I thought. But I gave it a chance. The mix of comedy and violence was a little uneven. It was certainly lighter in tone than I expected, and the juxtaposition between mirth and murder was often a rough and uneven blend, and a few times I found it even offensive, as when Monk is strutting back and forth at a crime scene, doing his endless schtick while in the background, the forensic folks are processing a corpse, prepping the body to dump into a bag.

Oh, the hilarity.

Still, because the mysteries were often good ones and Shalhoub was such an intriguing actor (his turn in the Coen Brothers’ The Man Who Wasn’t There was nothing short of riveting), this was one show I kept rooting for, hoping for the best. And I have to admit I initially loved Adrian’s compulsion to “Sherlock Holmes” everyone, revealing embarrassing secrets most people would rather he didn’t feel compelled to blurt out. And the physical humour is very well done–it’s just not what I was expecting (or hoping for) from the early promos.

Another thing that irked me was the supporting cast. I enjoyed the slow burn of the long-suffering Captain Leland Stottlemeyer (Ted Levine), who had a begrudging respect for Monk’s often infuriating ways, and his scenes with Monk are great fun to watch, displaying the impeccable comedic timing that eventually nabbed Shalboub a well-deserved Emmy. But the rest of the cast was superfluous. Particularly Lt. Randall Disher, Stottlemeyer’s second-in-command, who came off as just a ridiculous weenie with a badge (Judge Reinhold for a new millennium!) and Monk’s court-appointed (or more likely, network executive-appointed) nurse/keeper/straight man Sharona, who was possibly the most annoying woman character on crime television since Moonlighting‘s Agnes DiPesto.

And oh, those warm, cloying domestic scenes with Sharona and her kid failed to make the prickly Monk more lovable. Maybe it’s me, but I didn’t want Monk to be quite so cute and huggable – I wanted to see him drive the stuffed-shirt Captain (and the murder suspect of the week) up the friggin’ wall. Hey, I like children as much as the next guy, but the mother/brat combo here served no real purpose, except to add even more schtick to an already schtick-heavy show, padding out the occasionally underwritten episodes and to induce cringing. Wasn’t it Monk who was supposed to be the annoying one?

And the idea of milking Adrian’s mental illness and his growing humber of quirks and phobias for increasingly cheap laughs began to grate. I mean, fun is fun, but laughing at the guy with OCD can’t last, right? It occasionally felt mean-spirited, more like bullying than comedy, and I figured—even in those pre-woke times, that people would start to get offended, right? After all, if I was beginning to feel uneasy (and I’m not the most sensitive guy in the world), how would the general public feel?

But once again, what the hell did I know?

The show proved to be immensely popular, racking up a legion of devoted fans, and returning year after year. Sharona was replaced halfway through the third season by the less annoying Natalie, and the series lasted an impressive eight seasons, racking up awards and nominations on a regular basis, and inspiring a string of original tie-in novels, podcasts, online games, calendars and even bobbleheads. Besides three Emmys, Shalboub copped a Golden Globe and a SAG award for Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Comedy Series, and several of the show’s writers were nominated for several Edgars. All in all, the show won eight Emmy Awards throughout its run.

Everyone loved it but me, and in 2023, 14 years after the final episode,it was announced that there would be a feature film, Mr. Monk’s Last Case: A Monk Movie, written by original series creator Andy Breckman and reuniting the cast.

HMMM…

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Report respectfully submitted by Kevin Burton Smith. Thanks to CarolT for keeping me (relatively) honest.

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